2. A little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery. Wang Song Anshi's Pomegranate Flower Ode
3. After a light rain, Xiao He turned over and Liu bloom wanted to be the "Ruan Langgui" of the stone.
4. The sun is shining in May. When you see the children on the branches, you are reading Liu Hua.
2. Please recite all Liu Hua's poems. Author: Gao Qi gets drunk every day and burns himself.
Have lunch at night, and the beautiful woman's skirt is light. See send author: Zhao Fan 'an pomegranate flowers are blooming brightly, last April in Beijing.
I used to peek at the book posts in the ancient brocade, and I used the fragrant mash to shine repeatedly, which was the most prosperous. Now I want to turn green and increase my glory. Setting the king's old country to see the place, the family status has been more violated.
You Dongshan two chants about Prime Minister Li Yun Gu Author: Zhang Gong, Xie Chuanru, although temporarily idle, and I also return to Xiao. Mountain tiles are accompanied by idle days, and poems often make promises and make a spring.
Rest with an empty heart for three days, wash your eyes and see everything new. Taniguchi Liu Hua welcomes guests, and the end of whale riding is a fallen fairy.
Liu Hua Author: Once upon a time, the shade has been closed, pomegranate flowers have seen the dawn. When summer is unintentional, it is really affectionate to avoid spring.
Although the flowers in the back are apricot, they can really be orange. Why are you happy when you are sick?
Rest in Lengshui Village, with willows and bloom by the roadside. Author: Yang Wanli, with thin pancakes and scissors, has blossomed and become like Ming Di. When dyeing, I refused bright colors, but used deep red to protect the dense green.
Pomegranate flowers on the roadside Author: Yang Wanli wants to smell the fragrance when the south wind is away, and he lives in Xitang as soon as the east wind blows. Pomegranate has dried red buds, but Wen Chun is busy.
Liu Hua of Xiyuan Author: Yan Shushan is sweet, but the roots are forbidden. /kloc-at the age of 0/8, Fang shook off and went to the wind alone.
Liu Hua Author: Yan Wu Cu red dew drops, cool makeup early. You should be surprised that the color of the skirt is not as good as that of the skirt.
Liu Hua Cave Author: Wei Wanjiang Mountain ingeniously shows that he entered meditation, but the paintings of the immortal source around him are not true. Thousands of overlapping peaks invade the sky, and a stream of water separates the red dust.
I don't know which generation left the footprints of Runbian deer, but Liuhua Town at the mouth of the cave is like spring. Self-pity, fame and fortune are still locked, there is no reason to treat people in society.
Author: Wang Zhidao's flowers reminded me, and also reminded me of Zhu in May. My gentle and graceful treasure is downstairs, heartbroken and thousands of miles around the stars.
Poet about pomegranate flowers: Empress Wang Yucheng was planted in the imperial court, and Zhang Qian stole the world. A clever woman with a broken needle and thread can't even iron a pinch of raw red.
The Queen Mother's Message Pomegranate Flower Poetry Author: Want to play the south wind, green shade around the Dan wall green. Pomegranate has dry red buds, and endless spring is stronger.
It was not because Wang Bo came to the Western Regions that he gained fame and fortune. The ancient scenery on the Yuan Chao Pavilion is really hand-planted.
Liu Hua on the cliff of Monk's Temple Author: There is a red Liu Hua on the cliff of Su Mountain, and the wind shines brightly. The crane top grinds Danming, and the scarlet lips dye Luo Jing.
Natural concentric pedicle, physics is unique. Bluebird has a crimson scarf and the piano is decorated with strange glue.
There is no sorrow and no gift on the bank of Ziyun. Think of jade dragon, pine and cypress, beautiful palace well.
Jiangyan is smoky and boring. Monks' hands in the mountains are in the form of words. Ah, when Zen satire moves alone, storks are not as clean as the sky.
Liu Hua Author: When did the root of Song Yao's loneliness spread to the West? Early summer is crimson. Yan Fa is ashamed of Li Tao, but Zi Cheng is still in front of the frost.
There should be a lingering fragrance, and the color of the dyed skirt is not fresh. A kind of royal banquet that bears the wind and rain and dares to play repeatedly.
Liu Hua Author: Song Yao who holds the solitary root beside the window sill, blushing and elegant. The scenery does not damage the graceful appearance, and the ancient philosophers have no room to fall first.
Ten questions about He Chang's official residence: Pomegranate Flower Author: Sima Guang Linggen Chasing Minister Han from Heyuan to. I've been wandering in the Middle-earth, and now I'm a Miao.
Fear of yang helps crimson, and freezing rain washes thick green. It is advisable to take Xia Ke and get drunk.
Author: Shubangzuowan When is spring? Everyone likes dark clouds. I came out just to escape the heat, so I crumpled the red quilt.
Liu Hua Zhu Shihe Author: Shi Shanzhen is sad before cutting purlin flowers, but it is hard to guess when sending young eagles. In the old days, I didn't swim in Chibi, but I used to write poems with Broken Fairy.
Liu Hua Author: The Queen Mother Shi Yannian was planted in front of the court, but the next day she was stolen by Zhang Qian. A clever woman with a broken needle and thread can't even iron a pinch of raw red.
Pomegranate Flower Author: Qiu Kuiying Pomegranate Flower, fragrant and red. No one present likes flattery.
Fat rises and flows, and Yan Zi turns to the country. Pomegranate Flower Author: Qiu Kuiying pomegranate flower, clear without fire.
All the people today, who are not attached to the Heat. A hundred ghosts have good scenery, but Zhu Dan is easy to fall.
Pomegranate authors: Mo Zhi and Bandit Mountain, Liu Mo and Bandit River. Life is virtuous, and everything is like today.
Hu Yun didn't blame himself, but he listened to six thieves. Liu Hua Author: Ouyang Xiuxu is too complicated, bees and yellow butterflies and purple swallows are uneven.
Liu Hua hates it coming late, and it's late spring. Ten questions and stone sergeant dormitory Author: Pomegranate Author: Plum spring sees crimson, bloom is gone, summer leaves begin to flourish, glowing with light green.
I only know that Qiu Lin is ripe, but I didn't know there was bamboo when I came. With Chu Tuntian and Ceng Zi Guluzi, they visited the pomegranate flowers in front of the hall. Author: A thousand horses are in the plum hall, and two pomegranate trees are beside the fence.
But if you can invite hospitality with wine, you can also let flowers fall into the wild. The girl's red dress has no lust, and the master's white hair invades her head.
Luoyang has sung songs for thirty years, and the trees are fragrant. Liu Hua is in full bloom on the pond. Author: Yanzhou, Liu Kezhuang, has a different gas sequence, and pomegranate blooms in October.
Who planted this place first? The stone pestle is crooked. Shades cover the sunrise, and Zhu Yan catches the sunset.
At the beginning, there were one or two branches, and Russia has spent thousands of dollars. You can't dye people, and painting history is hard to add.
Luoyang is a good peony, but it will bury Hu Sha for a long time. Zhou Shu has begonia, but it is separate from Quebap.
There are also stunners between the walls of Anzhi. Sitting in the nursery of the farm, I became the Jin family.
Poets are good at imitation, but they are cold. There is nothing wrong with laughing at my extravagance and waste.
Liu Hua in Autumn Author: Lin Jingxi, a beautiful stone family, met the shade early. When will the frost clear and the grass fall?
Leng Yan's dress is scarlet, and it looks good when it is worn on the back. Who died for love? Hua.
The water in the evening is still fresh and the mountains are colder. Swallows die and cicadas are silent, and gardens are swept away.
Decorate the Ming dynasty dumbfounded, and I can't tell the source. More than an inch left, Dan, I am old, old.
With Uncle Author: Li Hongan pomegranate summer is deep, moving crimson calyx green into yin. The color is empty, which means that fire should be warned, and the tangent is as heavy as waves.
Half spit a towel, spread beautiful songs, and please Shuang Ye. I am interested in poetry when I am old, and all kinds of frost are embarrassing.
Liu Hua Subtitle Author: Kong Wuzhong Tokyo pomegranate is good, and several places are illuminated. Beautiful skirts are hard to learn, but delicate butterflies don't come.
Even the branches have become curtains, and the children are beautiful. Begging to be a window plant that opens all year round.
Eighteen flowers on the couch and Author: There is wind in Ge's room, and her pulse is full of brilliance. Strangely enough, Dan must have been torn apart after coming all night, and a glass of wine is going to turn over again.
The guest said that the pomegranate blooms early and the bamboo shoots are tender and dry. Author: Fang was worried about the drought this year, and he saw something. Early pomegranate flowers were dense and bamboo shoots were delayed. I hope we can prevent thieves now, and we are trapped.
What's more, everything is wrong. Pomegranate author: Dong Sikun crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson crimson.
Bring back seeds, spread hope and move Miss Gong Jing. Alone, the wind is crimson, and the fire is empty in Ming Xia.
Not a pot of rice.
3. The title of Liu Hua Liu Hua's poem
Year: Song Author: Zhu
The sun is shining in Liu Hua in May.
When you see a child among the branches, you will see it.
Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here.
Turn the moss over and fall into crimson English.
Poetry annotation
[Note] (1) Unfortunately: Unfortunately. (2) Inversion: confusion refers to mental confusion. Crimson: Big red. In May, pomegranate bloomed, red as fire, dazzling, and pomegranate was faintly visible among the branches. It's a pity that no one has come to see such beautiful flowers, and there are no traces of flowers here. In the cold reception that people ignored, big red pomegranate flowers fell helplessly on the moss-covered ground.
4. The ancient poem about pomegranate flowers Zhao Zhongcheng folded pomegranate branches.
Yuan: Ma Zuchang
"If the messenger comes to Haixi, coral Hanyuan will be planted;
Just wait for the shade trees to close and the beads to open like fire. "
This poem not only tells the origin of pomegranate, but also describes the beauty of pomegranate flowers.
Liu Hua
Kim: People.
Camellia is red and yellow, peaches are crimson and white, and Rongkui rice bag doesn't match.
In court, I suddenly saw a pomegranate with a real color in it.
Looking at the palm of your hand, modeling writing is more difficult.
Poetry travels thousands of miles to Huangzhou, and the painter tries to lead it.
Saki Liu
Ming: Yang Shengan
There are many exotic flowers and grasses in the western regions, and flowers are hidden outside the threshold.
Not for late autumn, but for summer.
I don't know how early the peaches and plums bloomed, but I didn't have time to grasp the root of the spirit.
Blossoms are like bright sunlight, and it is relatively more appropriate to be cool at night.
Xiyuan pomegranate flower
Song: Ouyang Xiu
Climbing up and down the wild path on the barren platform, Liu Hua appeared on the short wall.
The green leaves are thick at night, and the red room is full of sunshine at first.
I sympathize with the summer scenery most. I like Qing Xiang sleeping on the porch.
You don't need to ride a horse to shake the shaft when you have a good lunch.
Liu Hua
Tang: Han Yu
In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow.
Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down.
Shan Shiliu sent nine yuan.
Tang: Bai Juyi
Hold those two branches in your hand, and it won't look like this world.
This thing in the flower is beauty, and both hibiscus and peony are in Mo Mu.
Song of pomegranate
In autumn, cicadas are singing, locust leaves are yellow, pomegranate is fragrant, and the elderly are worried about the cold cream.
Liu Xia is wrapped in purple parrot millet, and yellow wax paper is wrapped in red room.
The jade carving curling is wet, and your spot seems to make Xiang 'e cry.
Xiao Niang's first marriage is bittersweet and chews thousands of grains of water.
liu zongyuan
I began to see the topic of white hair planted by sea pomegranate
After planting love and fragrance for several years, rhyme and beauty are actually different.
From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man.
Celebrate pomegranate with a feast
Shaoan Kong
Pomegranate trees in poor houses, along with Zhang Qian, were transplanted from the Western Regions to the Central Plains.
Just because we arrived in the Central Plains later than other plants, we couldn't catch up with spring and compete with other plants.
Two Pomegranates in the Qianhai of Tonghe Yonglou
Wei Sun
The guests are from Xinting County, and there are several things to do in China. It is said that the prostitute building is good, and it is the first time to fall into the sea.
Dew bead curtain reflects, fragrant wind powder wall covers. It is better to get wet in the forest and drive every night.
Move precious wood at sea, think before building. I heard that the day I got off the bus was the time when the flowers fell.
Old green incense cover, new red shower. Cold is never easy, but it will last for a long time.
Sea pomegranate
Don: Fang Gan
Look at the pavilion every day, and the colors are average.
The branches are still waiting for the spring breeze, and a few flowers bully the snow first.
The butterfly dance seems to follow the song, and tourists are afraid that their glasses will dry up.
It should be rare to be young for a long time, and you can't bear to watch the night.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Works: pomegranate flowers on the mountain.
Content:
A cluster of thousands of flowers pressed against the railing, but the red yarn was cut into a ball.
The wind dances and the waist is fragrant, and the makeup is fresh with tears.
Roses with thorns should be too lazy to climb, but it is also difficult to play with mud.
Fight for this cornice for everyone to see?